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Blessed Assurance – The enemy of good
During my first career as a clinical pharmacist, I had the opportunity to work with a large number of physicians, nurses and other health professionals. Some of these folks were tremendous professionals and people, from whom I learned a great deal. I have always had a special affinity for surgeons, though they can be some of the prickliest and most challenging people God ever placed on earth! Part of this demeanor is that it takes a lot of chutzpah to cut open a living human body, mess about inside it for a while, and then sew everything back up again – kinda like nothing ever happened.

On & Off Earth – The sneakiness of September
September is a sneaky month. This first week, there is little doubt it is still summer but change, as always, is creeping in from all directions. The first sneaky change I noticed, back in mid-August, was the sunlight bypassing my overhanging eaves and shining onto my desk. The loss of daylight is subtle in the early summer but is picking up speed as Earth’s tilted orbit sees the sun wrap up its annual northern hemisphere tour at the Autumnal Equinox at 8:05pm on the 22nd.

Thoughts from the Crossroads – Frisbee
While at the Outer Banks recently, Rick and I tossed a frisbee around on the beach.

Thank you, Mr. Farmer
In an editorial column last week, I wrote about the necessity of the people behind the bylines and their ability to craft stories for others to read and learn from.

Letters from Dogwood – Family recipes
Most families have “family recipes,” something familiar but prepared with a special ingredient or in an unusual way, or it may be a totally unique dish. I have such fond memories of three particular favorite dishes from my childhood—but sadly, I don’t have the recipes. Let me explain.

Thoughts from the Crossroads – The Outer Banks
Dear Readers, Rick and I just spent a week at the Outer Banks. As you may recall, we visit there annually, and it’s absolutely our favorite week of the year. More on that in a bit.

Blessed Assurance – Change agents
The world is always changing. Each day dawns a new 24-hour period which is different than all the days before, and different from all the days afterward. Weather changes, we age, our health changes (usually in small but measurable ways), our skin sloughs off (at least every 28 days), our hair turns grey and/or thins, our “to-do” list changes with things accomplished crossed off and new things added, the amount of daylight changes and hopefully our knowledge base changes through us getting a bit smarter about life. It’s why I don’t understand someone who looks at me with all seriousness and says, “Nothing ever changes!” or “She is never going to change!” The truth of the matter, as I have detailed above, is that everything changes all the time. Even people change – sometimes not quickly enough or in the way that we might prefer, but people do change. In fact, it is the basis for the belief in a God who can help us to change by loving us into something new and better. Think of how despondent we would feel if we really lived a life in a world that never changed. I can’t imagine anything more awful than that – in fact, I believe that would be one of my definitions of hell.

Eyebrows, artificial intelligence, and Frank Zappa
When most people hear “School of Rock,” they think of the 2003 Jack Black movie where he hijacks a classroom of private elementary school students, steers them away from classical music toward the raw power of rock ‘n’ roll, and enters the group into a local Battle of the Bands. It’s a cute flick that still holds up today, but I was lucky to be a part of a somewhat similar experience in my youth.

Roadside History – Saint John’s Church Waldrop
St. John’s Church Waldrop overlooks the Marquis Road. It is a small classical revival building from 1845 that was built by James R. Magruder and his carpenter Malcolm Crawford. The two men are also credited with building West End, a nearby plantation house in the Green Springs National Historic Landmark District. St. John’s today serves an active congregation dedicated to its place of worship and the preservation of its place in history.

Thoughts from the Crossroads – Weird words
The English language is - and I say this affectionately - weird.
